A few years ago, I had the opportunity to spend some time in the Blue Mountains near Sydney, Australia. Our teacher, Eric Dowsett, was gathering around 50 members of the global clearing community for a 10-day residential workshop at a beautiful eco-lodge in the woods. I had never been to “Oz” before, but had felt drawn to it for some time and I jumped at the chance to go.
About six weeks before the trip, I began to have a series of very unusual dreams about my arrival in Australia.
In the first dream, I packed and said goodbye to everyone as I left for my 10-day trip. I couldn’t explain it, but somehow I felt like I would not be returning. As usual, I worked around the clock preparing to leave and then couldn’t sleep much on the long flight. I arrived in Australia exhausted, but excited and dozed a bit on the long taxi ride to the lodge.
When we finally arrived at the lodge, the day was getting long and the driver woke me with a hasty bark. He was far from home. I paid and jumped out of the taxi, heading quickly up the walk.
I got a strange chill as I walked through the open door into a scene of life interrupted. Smoke was still coming off the embers in the fireplace. The backdoor was ajar. Unfinished food lie on a few plates in the large dining room. An odd black bird with a sharp red beak stared me down, letting me know he was there first.
It seemed like one moment, everyone was just living their lives, and then… they were gone. Perhaps something had happened outside? I took a deep breath and decided to check out the surrounding area before it got too dark.
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In my next dream, I had been walking through the heavy woods of the Blue Mountains for two days. I had long ago lost track of the lodge, never finding anyone. Now I seemed to be following the moon.
The long walk was changing me. At one point, I looked down at the bag I was still carrying and just laughed. It was heavy and…useless. There was nothing in there that I needed. I let it fall to the ground. Later, when I found a bit of water and stopped to clean up, I left most of my clothes there, too. It felt right. My mind was empty and my feet found their way through the Blue Mountains on their own. I thought once that I might be near death, but knew all that mattered was to keep walking. It was so simple. I had never been free like this before…
The land was so beautiful and wild. I was beginning to feel like a part of it. Birds, everywhere, making songs I had never heard. It sounded like a new language. One I almost…remembered. The trees were so thick I made my own trail. So many of them, inexplicably, scarred by fire.
I never saw anyone, but after a couple of days I realized that I’d been hearing music—deep and distant, very rhythmic…the whole time? It was that sound I was following.
When I became thirsty, I saw a persistent picture of a small, flat rock on my tongue. When I found one and put it in my mouth, the thirst went away. I was so alone and yet…taken care of, somehow. Tears of exhaustion and gratitude ran down my face as I breathed in the beauty all around me.
The Australian Aboriginal constellation of the "Emu in the Sky." Image owned by Barnaby Norris and Ray Norris.
In the last of the dreams, I “awoke” sitting up, in a small clearing. The moon was shining brightly over my head. A long pointed stick rested in my hand and when I looked down, I saw I had used it to carve several symbols deeply into the earth. I ran my fingers over them, trying to understand the story I was telling myself. My mind became so quiet, I began to hear a very deep sound coming out of the ground, vibrating everything. It almost made me want to dance. I drew the symbols again, this time on my own body. And when the trees whispered me to sleep that night, I was smiling. I was home.
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I like this story of your dreams. It is draws me in and makes me want to hear more!